the spark

Are you a hero or a villain in this self-made play we call life? I know this question is like a barbed hook tearing at your insides. Let’s twist it some more. What if you acted like the whole world depended on your actions? Every comment a tremor felt across every continent. Each of your decisions is like a boulder tossed into a stagnant pond. Ripples distorting the future you can’t see. Your words morph into weapons, their impact echoing in the hollowness of your skull long after you’ve spoken them. The potential for destruction becomes a constant shadow at your heels. I smell a god complex blooming in the fertile field of consequence. You could, in a single act of defiance, rewrite the narrative and become the spark that ignites a revolution.

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